O Jaruls,
Purple Jaruls,
White and purple,
Purple and white Jaruls,
Have you,
Have you seen,
Seen, my brother,
Going,
Going,
O Jaruls,
Jaruls,
Have you,
Have you, my brother,
Youngest brother going,
Going by your way,
Summer-laid dry way
Fluttering with the gusty winds
And spiralling heat waves,
O jaruls,
Jaruls,
Have you,
Have you,
My loving brother?
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